Don't worry, I will continue adding thoughts, watches, and the usual stuff that people look into later. Consider this like a construction site, except the overseer fell in a vat of molten concrete or something while taking a nap, and I'm the overseer. Ayup.

I don't have a real fursona or anything; if I did it'd probably be a goat. Not even a cool goat, or a 'feral' goat. Just the gnarliest and oldest goat you can imagine, eating electrical wires and leading people to the path of darkness and blood sacrifice. Not of, uh, me, though. Fake blood. The kind Tom Savini used fro the the *of the Dead movies.

Basically, I just wander around and say stuff. I try to keep it witty, but if you feel I have been suboptimally witty, you tell me to my face. And I'll cry, and we'll hug, and we'll move. It'll be beautiful! So with that - I'm gone, folks. For the night, not forever. I'll be back! Stay cool, my friends.